Friday, June 05, 2015

SO WHERE IS ALL THIS GOING?


This is the path I trod so far, though “path” is not a good metaphor because I didn’t try to follow anything, it’s just that I often found footprints of those who were ahead of me.  But sometimes I do try to retrace the way.

The first thought I had this time was asking why all the books on worship, liturgy, etc. only considered the major “world religions.”  Who decided on which ones qualified?  By what standards? (One of the most recent explanations I’ve run across (it’s Karen Armstrong’s) was that these labels come out of the Axial Era (originally achsenzeit) which was retroactively defined by Karl Jaspers (1883 - 1969), a German psychiatrist and philosopher who thought that the years between 800 BC and 200 BC were great pivotal times.

I looked that period up in one of my key reference books:  “The Timetables of History”.  What Jaspers meant was that Rome was founded in about 800 BC and stopped expanding about 200 BC at Hadrian’s Wall across Britain.  (Hadrian was the Roman Emperor who said, "We won't go any farther than this."  So what Jaspers was really considering pivotal was Rome without the Greek pantheon of gods: the Roman Empire, the model for the Roman Catholic Church.  And what he implied was that the Germans (like him) belonged to this Roman “classical age.”  In fact, the Germans thought they were replacing Christian religion with science.  We know how that turned out.  (Personally, I prefer Greece.)

Hadrian's wall

Also, between 540 BCE and 200 BCE, Afghanistan was invaded by the Huns, a word sometimes associated with Germany in WWI.   Pivotal is right -- like one of those revolving doors.  Jaspers ended up exiled to Switzerland with other thinkers who shared his pigeon holes and categories, reinforcing each other.  But probably the times were too intense for them to step out of their assumptions.  Neither can we, but at least we know that our thinking is ALWAYS controlled by assumptions that might or might not be warranted with evidence.

Ironically (as always) only Freud and Jung saw that under all the rational introspecting and fancy language was the great Unconscious.  Not even they quite understood that the great bulk of our brains is NOT conscious, much less literate nor even speaking a national language.  

I think Freud would have reveled in todays’ neuroscience.  He was trying to get at those dark limbic repositories of dreams, drives, experience and madness.  That he failed was only the limitations of his times.  At least he recognized how limited words are, even arranged into the rules and images of “axial” religion, when the emotional undertow overpowers everything else.  At least it forced us all to look harder, devise instruments, keep looking for what happens in the dark subtext.


Anthropology did a lot better.  In the same time period, more or less, people like Van Gennep and Turner were beginning to understand the power of metaphor in performance: song, dance, mimesis of events, masks, games.   At least it was a lot more fun.  At worst they were cannibals and ate anthropologists as well as missionaries.  This dramatic material made anthropologists wonderfully popular at upscale dinner parties, which helped fund their explorations. Shrinks make people nervous.

The two-generation Turners (dad with the three-part explanation of liminal experience and son with the technology that could see on a screen the dancing connectome that shows shifts of thinking) are far more important than any religionists.  They made it possible to pull the conversation away from the small privileged educated elite and put it back into the hands of tribal people where it had begun.  Now we can talk about world religions that are indigenous, ecological, liminal. 


What I’ve been after all along is how to get the connectome to shift from the ordinary to the sacred.  What cues the brain to perceive the sacred, which presumably is there all along?  It’s not a matter of words or temples or who-was-your-mama.  It’s not a matter of virtue or how much of a donation one makes to the needy.  But neither is it so supernatural that no human can understand or control it.  Something happens in the human that is an attunement, a receptivity.  Chemicals and electricity are part of it, but still not the key.  Maybe it’s emotion.

There’s irony in this line of thinking.  It put me out of my print-centered denomination and sermon-centered Sunday services.  But it was the experience of UU Leadership School that awoke the non-print concepts I’ve been working through ever since.   Finally I begin to understand the Blackfeet Bundle Ceremony as well as its substrate of relationship to the land.  More than that, I begin to see how to design experiences that are meaningful without having any allegiance to a particular historical institution or book.


And finally that brought me to Cinematheque, a group that pulls in boys at-risk who might be adept at print, well-read, able to write well; but also includes the boys from the street who grew up like Topsy (the little girl in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” who grew up as a slave -- a trafficked African-American -- “every which way.”)  The common denominator has been the image, sometimes a conventional still photo but more often a kind of woven set of images, possibly moving in a video, often combining colors in an intense and suggestive way.  They are in the visual language of the boys which requires them to learn the technical grammar of producing computer images.  They do it as though it were easy, just soak it up. The other great lingua franca of kids all over the planet is music.  Matching music to image is an art they easily master, but with all my education I can’t do it.  

The New Language is image and sound, but not necessarily words. That’s one barrier eliminated.  “Tell me about your life,” and you get a cascade of darkness shot with lightning; an Asian boy in a singlet dancing in a bare basement with a peeling radiator for a ballet barre; a skateboarder gliding down stairs across a plaza and somehow jumping a bridge to skate on the water.  I've watched some of these vids over and over.  A few of them are so indelible that I only need to watch a few times to have them etched in my memory.


The ones made in Europe were relatively conventional until a breakthrough during the Amsterdam days.  A boy said his mother, who had neglected and abused him, was a “cunt.”  One of the other boys, who was thrown to the street when his beloved mother died, objected to this.  

The argument continued through the making of a video that was not chronological, repetitive, emotion expressed in color changes, the spoken refrain (like a pop song) was “she was lonely.”  In fact, this vid took the group from Hollywood assumptions out into a kind of abstract expressionism.  The boys, who had divvied up the tasks among them, objected,  “That was way too hard!”  Pretty soon they were doing harder things.

By now the vids challenge comprehension with their tachistoscopic cascades, but the kids can understand them.  Their brains are trained in a way adults can rarely match.  I’m not sure an adult can really grasp the content either.  Should they?  

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